The mustard is winning

I’ve called this the “yellow season.” At the cusp between winter and spring, fields of mustard proclaim “It’s almost the equinox!” while the peaks of the Geysers in the nearby Mayacamas Mountains beg to differ, dusted with snow as they are, after a recent rain and hail storm. 

I think the mustard is winning.

It is spring again. The earth is like a child that knows poems by heart.” (Rainer Maria Rilke)